You’re at one of the biggest parties in Hawkins. There seems to be nothing but jocks, assholes, and slu++y girls. This usually isn’t your scene, but you want to let loose.

Suddenly, you hear a loud commotion. You look over to your left and see Billy Hargrove pouring a bottle of Jack over his body. He shakes out his hair, yelling a profanity into the air with a smile. This is bad for you because he’s only wearing jeans and a leather jacket. No shirt. He looks so good, and he shouldn’t. Not to you.

He then takes a shot, the crowd around him seemingly hyping him up. After the uproar seems to calm down a tad, Billy locks eyes with you, and a smirk forms on his face.

“You gonna keep staring babygirl, or are you gonna come show me what you can do?”